Darling Rose Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

I woke this morning
and plucked you
from the garden.
Your fragrance drifted
upon the breeze;
and I felt like a goddess
having captured you.

Your soft skin
blushing in the light,
a roseate shimmer-sheen.
Your green scarf
tied about your neck
to seize the cold dew
that kissed upon you.

I walked quietly
as not to disturb you,
but you slowly
opened your eyes
and stretched toward
the waking sun.
I saw you open.

I touched you
and wept tears,
remembering one like you
that my lover gave
at a time when he loved me.
He, the stem,
that held you,
that held me...